The twelve volumes of the Occupational Rankings, each of which has my name on it

The second floor is also passed! So fast?"

Teacher Jiang was shocked again.

Xu Kai and Yu Wenhao were relatively calm, as if it was expected.

Yu Wenhao: "Old Song will definitely succeed in the second job transfer. It depends on whether he chooses to advance the job transfer or upgrade the job transfer."

Xu Kai: "I saw the statistics on the Internet. The number of people who can complete all eighteen levels of challenges each year is less than one thousandth, and many people who succeed in upgrading their jobs are actually lucky. They tried many times and finally encountered it."

Yu Wenhao: "It's great to be able to upgrade the job level..."

Yu Wenhao missed the balance a little.

With that unreasonable balancing ability, it must be no problem to pass the eighteen levels.

I just don't know if my body will still belong to me after the fight.

[Welcome to the third level of the Eighteen Hells, the Iron Tree Hell! ]

The familiar voice of the King of Hell appeared again.

"Song Gua, this king..."

"Can you skip the dialogue and start fighting directly? Anyway, I can see that your strength in the first few levels is difficult for others, but too easy for me."

This is a single-player challenge.

Who would have thought that a thousand people would come in!

If Song Gua released all his clones, there would not be enough space to stand on each level.

There is no balance at all.

NPCs are not that smart yet, and there is no function to skip dialogue. They still follow the fixed procedure.

"Song Gua, you alienate your flesh and blood and instigate father and son. Wow! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

Now I punish you to go to the highest and sharpest iron tree and take ten knife flowers!"

In the middle of the third-level cave, there is a silver iron tree, with a metallic texture and a cold light.

Its trunk is a sword blade, its leaves are silver needles, and its flowers are knife flowers made up of blades.

Once you get close, you can't bounce, take off, or teleport to the treetops.

You must climb up along the sword blades and silver needles that can easily cut the skin to pick the equally sharp knife flowers.

"Wait, I admit the so-called crimes of the first two levels, but what is this thing of alienating flesh and blood and instigating father and son? Don't frame me!"

The King of Hell still waved his hand, and the evidence appeared.

The screen showed that Zhao Wuji stabbed Zhao Can to death with a knife.

"Zhao Can is dead?"

Song Gua really didn't know about this.

He only knew that Zhao Can was expelled from the Zhao family, but he didn't know the specific reason.

As if he knew what Song Gua wanted to know, the King of Hell showed the cause and effect.

Zhao Can stole the Soul Devouring Pearl and hired the Night Owl Demon Thieves to steal the experimental mutant beast, etc., all at a glance.

"It turns out that the distorted beast that Huangmao and I encountered that night during the winter vacation was created by Zhao Can. No wonder it came straight to me. It was actually an order from Zhao Can... Huh? I just realized that this is not right!"

As he watched, Song Gua suddenly realized.

How could this NPC show what happened in the real world?

If you think about it carefully, the game integrates reality, and it may be easy to peek into everything in reality in a higher dimension.

After all, there is something called GM authority in the game.

But in this way, does it mean that if other people come in for the second transformation and want to know the scenes related to their own crimes, and his crimes happen to be related to me, Song Gua, they may be able to see the scenes of the clone being released?

Although as his strength gradually increases, Song Gua will be less and less worried about the exposure of the clone's ability.

But it is definitely best not to expose it.

"Yan Wang! How can you show what happened in reality without others' permission? Does the game merge with reality mean that we have no privacy?"

Yan Wang said calmly: "Because you are the one who made the request, I let you know the cause of the crime. No one else has this authority."

"Why do I have this authority?"

"How should I know? I'm just an NPC!"

Yan Wang's majesty was gone, like an angry AI.

Song Gua frowned.

What's the difference between me and others?

First, I came here through time.

Second, I had the ability to clone before I crossed over.

Third, I passed through the illusion.

Fourth, I'm very handsome.

Yes, it should be because of the fourth one.

The clones: "Obviously not! The most likely one is of course the third one! Transcendents may have a small number of GM privileges!"

That's probably it.

I can't figure it out.

I don't want to think about it anymore.

Song Gua continued to break through.

The Eighteen Layers of Hell are not all about mowing the lawn, and you can just brush and brush and you're done.

There will also be a third layer, where you don't need to kill monsters, but

It is a level that requires completing a certain challenge.

You have to know that this is not a game after all, it is reality.

Although you won't really die if you die here, the pain is real.

Climbing this iron tree will make your skin and flesh ripped apart. Not all professionals have the perseverance to persist in that kind of pain.

But Song Gua is the kind of person with strong perseverance.

"Cannon fodder group, go."

A group of clones in the cannon fodder group stacked up and reached for the knife flowers on the tree.

What made King Yama speechless was.

Others who climbed this iron tree screamed in pain.

The bandits had a different style.

"Oh my god! The one above, you've sprayed blood all over my face, spray it to the side!"

"Fuck! No. 1029 went to an irregular massage parlor the day before yesterday, his blood is not safe! Brother Huozi, come and disinfect him!"

"Ahhhh! I don't feel any pain! I don't feel any pain! I want to make a contribution! I want to leave the cannon fodder group!!"

"Hand hurts? Cut your hand off, won't it hurt? Anyway, you can recover after you get out, it's a small problem."

Relying on the fact that death in the eighteen levels of hell is not real death, and injuries can be recovered, the clones don't regard their bodies as bodies at all.

Easily, he took off the knife flower and completed the challenge.

The fourth level, the evil mirror hell.

The fifth level, the steamer hell.

The sixth level.

With the advantage of numbers, Song Gua crushed all the way and successfully reached the last level of the first job transfer level.

The attribute points have been permanently increased by 50 points.

This is also the reason why the second-level professional is obviously stronger than the first-level professional.

Not only will the growth increase by +0.5 after the second transformation is successful, but after the attribute points of the previous level are corrected, the attributes will be increased by hundreds of points at once. There are also 10 attribute rewards for each level when challenging the Eighteen Hells.

"What kind of hell is this level?"

Song Gua took out a piece of bread from his backpack and went down to the sixth level while eating.

[Welcome to the sixth level of the Eighteen Hells, the Copper Pillar Hell! ]

The King of Hell is here again.

"Song Gua, I will sentence you for your sins!"

Song Gua rolled his eyes at him.

"Which idiot game planner designed the lines for you? You say this for every level. I am tired of hearing it even if you are not annoyed."

"You usually set fires for fun, kill people with fire, and destroy evidence. Wow! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

Those who set fires and kill people must strip naked, hug the red-hot copper pillar, and hold on for one stick of incense!"

A red-hot copper pillar stood in the middle of this level, and rolling heat waves emanated from it and rushed towards us.

Song Gua looked at Brother Huozi.

Brother Huozi shrugged.

"You are the legal person, so take the blame."

Song Gua found a place and sat on the ground.

The cannon fodder group started again.

"Hey! Old Deng! Make the fire a little stronger! If the old thief next to me sees it, he will think I am afraid of the burns!"

"That's it? The skin is just torn, and the bones are not yet exposed. I can't die!"

"Get out of the way! Make room for me! I want to make a contribution! I want to be promoted!!!"

Outside the eighteen levels of hell.

Teacher Jiang Da looked at the sixth grid of the challenge monument and made a sound of "tsk tsk".

"Song Gua must be experiencing a difficult scorching challenge now. I don't know if he can hold on. I don't know how many heroes have been stumped by this level."

The teacher looked at the poor students who went down with Song Gua and only reached the second level now, and couldn't help but feel ashamed.

They are all professionals, why is the gap between people so big?